Many years later, Song Zhiyi was secretly glad that the little girl in his arms did not leave him when he slowly hurt her. Xu Xu raised his head and looked at Song Zhiyi, with a gentle smile in his eyes. Fortunately, it was not too late, and fortunately it was not too late for them to meet. So, let him spend the rest of his life promising her youth now.
Most of all, the shyness of lowering the head is like a water lotus, shy and shy in the cool breeze.